Twelve Days of Summer (TAEKOOK) {18+} COMPLETE

Day 9.3

Pretence is what gets them off the boat and back on land after amicable, if somewhat awkward, goodbyes. After all, it's difficult to carry on pretending when they are all perfectly aware of what happened – Tuan's stiff posture only confirms what Jungkook was already certain of – the guide definitely connected the dots.

Taehyung tries his best to contain himself but during their brief farewells, it's obvious to Jungkook that he's holding himself together by a thread. It's no use even pretending to feign surprise when desperate hands grab him when they get far enough away from the guide and Taehyung hisses into his ear,

"I need your cock in me, now."

Jungkook bites on his smile. "I could bend you over right here but I think we'd get arrested for that kind of thing..." he says, grinning. He does so love his boyfriend needy.

"Then I suggest you get me to the house before I jump you." The deep purr in Jungkook's ear does sound like a sweet, sweet threat.

The whole way back, in the sharp jostling of the tuktuk, the dark chocolate eyes don't let go of Jungkook, they bore through the backs of his eyes with their intensity.

They barely make it through the door and Jungkook is shoved against a wall, attacked by the tender damp of his boyfriend's mouth – as if they haven't been fucking like crazy for over a week already. Slender fingers stretch to cover his throat, pressing with surprising force, the other hand is already pushing into his shorts, wrapping around his instantly interested cock.

"Wow, you really are so needy today," he mutters against the luscious mouth, licking across and into it like he can't stop, "pushed some buttons, did we...?"

A simple move – a mere grab and a twist – and he has Taehyung, helpless, his cheek against the wall and an arm twisted behind his back.

"Ah, yes, do it!" Taehyung tries to pull his shorts off with the free hand but they get stuck on his damned ass. Jungkook is no help, he merely chuckles, rolling hips against the covered softness, teasing with his hardness until Taehyung mewls, on the verge of begging.

"There's no rush, Angel..." Jungkook whispers into his ear, thrusting against him.

"Yes, there is, a really urgent rush, right now," he whines, pushing back, offering, begging with his body. Everything that happened earlier has him so ridiculously turned on that want grates inside him, screaming.

But to his frustration, Jungkook doesn't let him go, he just leans in, grinding, whispering so close, "I want to eat your ass in the shower and then... fuck you against the wall in the bedroom after... but if you'd rather do something else..." his words drift off, even when he knows that's exactly what Taehyung would rather he'd do, right now, those two things ranking high on his list of favourites. That's all it takes for Taehyung to pull sideways out of the grip. He dashes for the stairs, shouting, "First in the shower is the winner....!"

Jungkook nearly falls over at the sudden disappearance of his boyfriend.

"You'd better be ready for me by the time I get there...!" he calls after Taehyung, chuckling. He picks up the bits of clothing he finds on his way up, on the stairs, on the corridor, on the bedroom floor and takes his time to remove all his own clothing. By now, he's become a master at winding Taehyung's tension, he knows exactly which buttons to push and when.

When he enters the bathroom, the familiar scents of jasmine and coconut waft into his nose straight away, the air is already misty from how hot the shower is – so misty it's difficult to see. He frowns, it's only been a few minutes, how hot is the shower? Instantly worrying for Taehyung, squinting, he tries to see if he's actually standing under the scorching hot cascade of water behind the glass parting.